The Charmed Life or the Princess and the Liftman
by E.Nesbit

There was once a Prince whose father failed in business and lost everything
he had in the world -- crown, kingdom, money, jewels, and friends. This was
because he was so fond of machinery that he was always making working models
of things he invented, and so had no time to attend to the duties that Kings
are engaged for. So he lost his situation. There is a King
in French history who was fond of machinery, particularly clockwork, and
he lost everything too, even his head. The King in this story kept his head,
however, and when he wasn't allowed to make laws anymore, he was quite contented
to go on making machines. And as his machines were a great deal better than
his laws had ever been, he soon got a nice little business together and was
able to buy a house in another kingdom and settle down comfortably with his
wife and son. The house was one of those delightful
villas called after Queen Anne (the one whose death is still so often mentioned
and so justly deplored), with stained glass to the front door, and coloured
tiles on the front-garden path, and gables where there was never need of gables,
and nice gernaniums and calceorias in the front-garden, and pretty red brick
on the front of the house. The back of the house was yellow brick, because that
did not show so much.

Here the King and the Queen and the Prince lived very pleasantly. The Queen
snipped the dead geraniums off with a pair of gold scissors, and did fancy work
for bazzars. The Prince went to the Red-Coat school, and the King worked up
his business. In due time the Prince was apprenticed to his father's trade:
and a very industrious apprentice he was, and never had anything to do with
the idle apprentices who play pitch and toss on tombstones, as you see in Mr.Hogarth's
picture.

When the Prince was twenty-one his mother called him in to her. She put down
the blotting-book she was embroidering for the School Bazaar in a tasteful pattern
of stocks and nasturtiums, and said:

My dear son, you have had the usual coming-of-age presents -- silver cigar-case
and match-box; a handsome set of brushes with your initials on the back; a Gladstone
bag, also richly initialled; the complete works of Dickens and Thackeray; a
Swan fountain pen mounted in gold; and the heartfelt blessing of your father
and mother. But there is still one more present for you.

You are too good, mamma, said the Prince, fingering the nasturtium-coloured
silks.

Don't fidget, said the Queen,and listen to me. When you were a baby a
fairy, who was your godmother, gave you a most valuable present -- a Charmed
Life. As long as you keep it safely, nothing can harm you.

How delightful!" said the Prince.Why, mamma, you might have let me go to
sea when I wanted to. It would have been quite safe.

Yes, my dear, said the Queen,but it's best to be careful. I have taken
care of your life all these years, but now you are old enough to take care of
it for yourself. Let me advise you to keep it in a safe place. You should never
carry valuables about on your person.

And then she handed the Charmed Life over to him, and he took it and kissed
her, and thanked her and then went away and hid it. He took a brick out of the
wall of the villa, and hid his life behind it. The bricks in the walls of these
Queen Anne villas generally come out quite easily.

Now, the father of the Prince had been King of Bohemia, so, of course, the
Prince was called Florizel, which is their family name; but when the King went
into business he went into it as Rex Bloomsbury, and his great patent Lightening
Lift Company called itself R.Bloomsbury and Co., so that the Prince was known
as F. Bloomsbury, which was as near as the King dared to go to "Florizel, Prince
of Bohemia. His mother, I am sorry to say, called him Florrie until he was
quite grown-up.

Now, the King of the country where Florizel lived was a very
go-ahead sort of man, and as soon as he heard that there were such things
as lifts -- which was not for a long time, because no one ever lets a King
know anything if it can be helped -- he ordered one of the very, very best
for his palace. Next day a card was brought in by one of the palace footmen.
It had on it: "Mr. F. Bloomsbury, R. Bloomsbury and Co.

Do
you know what a "lift" is? If not, keep reading -- in a few
paragraphs you'll be able to figure it out, I bet.

"Show him in, said the King.

Good-morning, sire, said Florizel, bowing with that perfect grace which
is proper to Princes.

Good-morning, young man, said the King.About this lift, now.

Yes, sire. May I ask how much your majesty is prepared to --"

Oh, never mind price, said the King,it all comes out of the taxes.

Not with pearls and ivory, said the Prince. He had excellent taste.The
gold pattern -- we call it the Anriradia -- is unlaid with saphieres, emeralds,
and black diamonds.

I'll have the gold pattern, said the King; "but you might run up a little
special lift for the Princess's apartments. I daresay she'd like that Argintenella
pattern -- 'Simple and girlish' I see it says in your circlular.

So Florizel booked the order, and the gold and sapphire and
emerald lift was made and fixed, and all the court was so delighted that
it spent its whole time in going up and down in it, and there had to be
new blue satin cushions within a week.

Go
back to where they first used the word "lift."

Then the Prince superintended the fitting of the Princess's lift -- the Argintenella
design -- and the Princess Candida herself came to look on at the works; and
she and Florizel met, and their eyes met, and their hands met, because his caught
hers, and dragged her back, just in time to save her from being crushed by a
heavy steel bar that was being lowered into place.

Why, you've saved my life, the Princess said.

But Florizel could say nothing. His heart was beating too fast, and it seemed
to be beating in his throat, and not in its proper place behind his waistcoat.

Who are you?" said the Princess.

I'm an engineer, said the Prince.

Oh, dear!" said the Princess,I thought you were a Prince. I'm sure you
look more like a Prince than any Prince I've ever seen.

I wish I was a Prince, said Florizel; "but I never wished it until three
minutes ago.

The Princess smiled, and then she frowned, and then she went away.

Florizel went straight back to the office, where his father, Mr Rex Bloomsbury,
was busy at his knee-hole writingtable.

He spent the morning at the office, and the afternoon in the workshop.

Father, he said,I don't know what ever will become of me. I wish I was
a Prince!"

The King and Queen of Bohemia had never let their son know that he was a Prince,
for what is the use of being a Prince if there's never going to be a kingdom
for you?

Now the King, who was called R. Bloomsbury, Esq., looked at his son over his
spectacles and said:

Why?"

Because I've been and gone and fallen head over heels in love with the Princess
Candida.

The father rubbed his nose more thoughtfully with his fountain pen.

Humph!" he said; "you've fixed your choice high.

Choice!" said the Prince distractedy.There wasn't much choice about it.
She just looked at me, and there I was, don't you know? I didn't want
to fall in love like this. Oh, father, it hurts most awfully! Whatever shall
I do?"

After a long pause, full of thought, his father replied:

Bear it, I suppose.

But I can't bear it -- at least, not unless I can see her every day. Nothing
else in the world matters in the least.

Dear me!" said his father.

Couldn't I disguise myself as a prince, and try to make her like me a little?"

The disguise you suggest is quite beyond our means at present.

Then I'll disguise myself as a lift attendant, said Florizel.

And what is more, he did it. His father did not interfere. He believed in
letting young people mange their own affairs.

So then when the lift was finished, and the Princess and her ladies crowded
round to make the first ascent in it, there was Florizel dressed in white knee-breeches,
and coat with mother-o'-pearl buttons. He had silver buckles to his shoes, and
a tiny opal breast-pin on the lappet of his coat, where the white flower goes
at weddings.

When the Princess saw him she said:

Now, none of you girls are to go into the lift at all, mind! It's my
lift. You can use the other one, or go up the mother-of-pearl staircase, as
usual.

Then she stepped into the lift, and the silver doors clicked, and the lift
went up, just carrying her and him.

She had put on a white silky gown, to match the new lift, and she, too, had
silver buckles on her shoes, and a string of pearls round her throat, and a
silver chain set with opals in her dark hair; and she had a bunch of jasmine
flowers at her neck. As the lift went out of sight the youngest lady in waiting
whispered:

What a pretty sight! Why, they're made for each other! What a pity he's a
liftman! He looks exactly like a Prince.

Hold your tongue, silly!" said the eldest lady in waiting, and slapped her.

The Princess went up and down in the lift all morning, and when at last she
had to step out of it because the palace luncheon bell had rung three times,
and the roast peacock was getting cold, the eldest lady-in-waiting noticed that
the Lift-man had a jasmine flower fastened to his coat with a little opal pin.

The eldest lady-in-waiting kept a sharp eye on the Princess, but after that
first day the Princess only seemed to go up and down in the lift when it was
really necessary, and then she always took the youngest lady-in-waiting with
her; so that though the Lift-man always had a flower in his buttonhole, there
was no reason to suppose it had not been given to him by his mother.

I suppose I'm a silly, suspicious little thing, said the eldest lady-in-waiting.Of course, it was the lift that amused her, just at first. How could
a Princess be interested in a lift man?" Now, when people are in love, and want
to be quite certain they are loved in return, they will take any risks to find
out what they want to know. But as soon as they are quite sure, they
begin to be careful.

And after those seventy-five times up and down in the lift, on the first day,
the Princess no longer had any doubt that she was beloved by the Lift-man. Not
that he had said a word about it, but she was a clever Princess, and she had
seen how he had picked up the jasmine flower she had let fall, and kissed it
when she pretended she wasn't looking and he pretended he didn't know she was.
Of course, she had been in love with him ever since they met, and their eyes
met, and their hands. She told herself it was because he had saved her life,
but that wasn't the real reason at all.

So, being quite sure, she began to be careful.

Since he really loves me he'll find a way to tell me so, right out. It's
his part, not mine, to make everything possible, she said.

As for Florizel, he was quite happy. He saw her every day, and every day when
he took his place in his lift there was a fresh jasmine flower lying on the
satin cushion. And he pinned it on his buttonhole and wore it there all day,
and thought of his lady, and of how that first wonderful day she had dropped
a jasmine flower, and how he had picked it up when she had pretended she was
not looking, and he was pretending he did not know she was. But all the same
he wanted to know how the jasmine flower came there every day and whose hand
had brought it. It might be the youngest lady-in-waiting, but Florizel didn't
think so.

So he went to the palace one morning bright and early, much earlier than usual,
and there was no jasmine flower. Then he hid behind one of the white velvet
window curtains of the corridor and waited. And, presently, who should come
stealing along on the tipsof her pink toes -- so as to make no noise at all
-- but the Princess herself, fresh as the morning in a white muslin frock with
a silver ribbon round her waist, and a bunch of jasmine at her neck. She took
one of the jasmine flowers and kissed it and laid it on the white satin seat
of the lift, and when she stepped back there was the Lift-man.

Oh!" said Candida, and blushed like a child that is caught in mischief.

Oh!" said Florizel, and he picked up the jasmine and kissed it many times.

Why do you do that?" said the Princess.

Because you did, said the Prince.I saw you. Do you want to go on pretending
any more?"

The Princess did not know what to say, so she said nothing.

Florizel came and stood quite close to her.

I used to wish I was a Prince, he said,but I don't now. I'd rather be
an engineer. If I'd been a Prince I should never have seen you.

I don't want you to be a bit different, said the Princess. And she stopped
to smell the jasmine in his buttonhole.

So we're betrothed, said Florizel.

Are we?" said Candida.

Aren't we?" he said.

Well, yes, I suppose we are, said she.

Very well, then, said Florizel, and he kised the Princess.

You're sure you don't mind marrying an engineer?" he said, when she had kissed
him back.

Of course not, said the Princess.

Then I'll buy the ring, said he, and kissed her again.

Then she gave him the rest of the jasmine, with a kiss for each star, and
he gave her a keepsake in return, and they parted.

My heart is yours, said Florizel,and my life is in your hands.

My life is yours, said she,and my heart is in your heart.

Now, I am sorry to say that somebody had been listening all the time behind
another curtain, and when the Princess had gone to breakfast and the Lift-man
had gone down in his lift, this somebody came out and said,Aha!"

It was a wicked, disagreeable, snub-nosed pageboy, who would have liked to
marry the Princess himself. He really had no chance, and never could have had,
because his father was only a rich brewer. But he felt himself to be much superior
to a lift-man. And he was the kind of boy who always sneaks if he has half a
chance. So he went and told the King that he had seen the Princess kissing the
Lift-man in the morning all bright nd early.

The King said he was a lying hound,and put him in prison at once for saying
such a thing - which served him right.

Then the King thought it best to find out for himself whether the snub-nosed
page boy had spoken the truth.

So he watched in the morning all bright and early, and he saw the Princess
come stealing along on the tips of her little pink toes, and the lift (Argentinella
design) came up, and the Lift-man in it. And the Princess gave him kissed jasmine
to put in his buttonhole.

So the Kibf jumped out on them and startled them dreadfully. And Florizel
was locked up in prison, and the Princess was locked up in her room with only
the eldest lady-in-waiting to keep her company. And the Princess cried all day
and all night. And she managed to hide the keepsake the Prince had given her.
She hid it in a little book of verses. And the eldest lady saw her do it. Florizel
was condemned to be executed for having wanted to marry someone so much above
him in station. But when the axe fell on his neck the axe flew to pieces,and
the neck was not hurt at all. SO they sent for another axe and tried again.
And again the axe splintered and flew. And when they picked up the bits of the
axe they had all turned to leaves of poetry book.

So they put off the execution till next day.

The gaoler told the snub-nosed page all about it when he took him his dinner
or green water and mouldering crusts.

Couldn't do the trick!" said the gaoler.Two axes broke off short and the
bits turned to rubbish. The executioner says the rascal has a charmed life.

Of course he has, said the page, sniffing at the crusts with his snub nose.I know all about that, but I shan't tell unless the King gives me a free pardon
and something fit to eat. Roast pork and onnion stuffing, I think. And you can
tell him so.

So the gaoler told the King. And the King gave the snub-nosed page the pardon
and the pork, and then the page said:

He has a Charmed Life. I heard him tell the Princess so. And whst is more,
he gave it to her to keep. And she said she'd hide it in a safe place!

Then the King told the eldest lady-in-waiting to watch, and she did watch,
and she saw the Princess take Florizel's Charmed Life and hide in in a bunch
of jasmine. So she took the jasmine and gave it to the King and he burnt it.
But the Princess had not left the Life in the jasmine.

Then they tried to hang Florizel because, of course, he had an ordinary life
as well as a charmed one,and the King wanted him to be without any life at all.

Thousands of people crowded to see the presumptuous Lift-man hanged, and the
execution lasted the whole morning, and seven brand-new ropes were wasted one
after the other, and they all turned into long wreaths of jasmine, which broke
into bits rather than hang such a handsome Lift-man.

The King was furious. But he was not too furious to see that the Princess
must have taken the Charmed Life out from the jasmine flowers,and put it somewhere
else, when the lady-in-waiting was not looking.

And it turned out afterward that the Princess had held Florizel's charmed
life in her hand all the time the execution was going on. The eldest lady-in-waiting
was clever, but she was not so clever as the Princess.

The next morning the eldest lady-in-waiting brought the Princess's silver
mirror to the King.

The charmed lift is in that, your Majesty, she said.I saw the Princess
put it in.

And so she had, but she had not seen the Princess take it out again almost
directly afterwards.

The King smashed the looking-glass, and gave orders that poor Florizel was
to be drowned in the palace fishpond.

So they tied big stones to his hands and feet and threw him in. And the stones
changed to corks and held him up, and he swam to land, and when they arrested
him as he landed they found that on each of the corks there was a beautiful
painting of Candida's face, as she saw it every morning in her mirror.

Now, the King and Queen, Florizel's father and mother, had gone to Margate
for a fortnight's holiday.

We will have a thorough holiday, said the King; "we will forget the world,
and not even look at a newspaper.

But on the third day they both got tired of forgetting the world, and each
of them secretly bought a newspaper and read it on the beach, and each rushed
back and met the other on the steps of the boarding-house where they were staying.
And the Queen began to cry, and the King took her in his arms on the doorstep,
to the horror of the other boarders, who were looking out the window at them;
and then they rushed off to the railway station, leaving behind them their luggage
and the astonished boarders, and took a special train to town. Because the King
had read in his newspaper, and the Queen in hers, that the Lift-man was being
executed every morning from nine to twelve; and though, so far, none of the
executions had ended fatally, yet at any moment the Prince's charmed life might
be taken and then there would be an end to the daily executions - a terrible
end.

Arrived at the capital, the poor Queen of Bohemia got into a hansom with the
King, and they were driven to the palace. The palace yard was crowded.

What is the matter?" the King of Bohemia asked.

It's that lift-man, said a bystander, with spectacles and a straw hat; "he
has as many lives as a cat. They tried boiling oil this morning, and the oil
turned into white rose leaves, and the fire under it turned into a white rose
bush. And now the King has sent for Princess Candida, and is going to have it
out with her. The whole thing has been most exciting.

I should think so, said the Lift-man's father.

He gave his arm to his wife, and they managed to get squeeze through to the
great council hall, where the King of that country sat on his gold throne, surrounded
by lords-in-waiting, judges in wigs, and other people in other things.

Florizel was there loaded with chains, and standing in a very noble attitude
at one corner of the throne steps. At the other stood the Princess, looking
across at her lover.

Now, said the King,I am tired of diplomacy and tact, and the eldest lady-in-waiting
is less of a Sherlock Holmes that I thought her, so let us be straightforward
and honest. Have you got a Charmed Life?"

I haven't exactly got it, said Florizel.My life is not my own now.

Did he give it to you?" the King asked his daughter.I can not tell a lie,
father, said the Princess, as though her name had been George Washington instead
of Candida,he did give it to me.

What have you done with it?"

I have hidden it in different places. I have saved it; he saved mine once.

Where is it?" asked her father "as you so justly observe you cannot tell
a lie.

If I tell you, said the Princess,will you give your Royal word that the
execution you have ordered for this morning shall really be the last? You can
destroy the object that I have hidden his Charmed Life in, and then you can
destroy him. But you must promise me not to ask me to hide his life in any new
place, because I am tired of hide-and-seek.

All the judges and lords-in-waiting and people felt really sorry for the Princess,
for they thought that all these executions had turned her brain.

I give you my Royal word, said the King upon his throne.I won't ask you
to hide his life anymore. Indeed I was against the practice from the first.
Now, where have you hidden his Life?"

In my heart, said the Princess, brave and clear, so that everyone heard
her in the big hall.You can't take his life away without taking mine, and
if you take mine you may as well take his, because he won't care to go on living
without me.

She sprang across the throne steps to Florizel, and his fetters jangled as
she threw her arms around him.

Dear me, said the King, rubbing his nose with his spectre.This is very
awkward.

But the father and mother of Florizel had wriggled and pushed their way through
the crowd to a front place, and now the father spoke.

Your majesty, allow me. Perhaps I can assist your decision.

Oh, all right, said the King upon his throne; "go ahead. I'm struck all
of a heap.

You see before you, said the King of Bohemia,one known to the world of
science and business as R.Bloomsbury,inventorand patenter of many mechanical
novelties -- among others the Patent Lightning Lift -- now formed into a company
of which Inam chairman. The young Lift-man - whose fetters are most clumsily
designed, if you will pardon my saying so -- is my son.

Of course he's somebody's son, said the Kibg upon his throne.

Well, he happens to be mine, and I gather that you do not think him a good
enough match for your daughter.

Without wishing to hurt your feelings --" began Candida's father.

Exactly. Well, know, O King on your throne, and everyone else, that this
young Lift-man is no other than Florizel, Prince of Bohemia. I am King of Bohemia,
and this is my Queen.

As he spoke he took his crown out of his pocket and put it on. His wife took
off her bonnet and got her crown out of her reticule and put that on, and Florizel's
crown was handed to the Princess, who fitted it on for him, because his hands
were awkward with chains.

Your most convincing explanation alters everything, said the King on his
throne, and he came down to meet the visitors.Bless you, my children! Strike
off his chains, can't you? I hope there's on ill-feeling, Florizel, he added,
turning to the Prince.Will half an hour from now suit you for the wedding?"
So they were marriedd, and they still live very happily. They will live as long
as is good for them, and when Candida dies Florizel will die too, because she
still carries his Life in her heart.

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